The Epitome of Heartbreak

April 21, 2011
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You drew me just like a moth to a flame,
Luring me in with your false, glowing light.
Whirlwind of confusion, girl with no name,
Drawn into a dangerous, deadly fight.

The lift is vanquished, the candle blown out.
Cold feelings controlling my soul are back.
Alone, unexpectedly knocked about
I wasn't braced, ready for your attack.

Whispers in the back penetrate my mind-
Your poison is spreading much too quickly.
Running away blind, struggling to find
A way out of the trap you set for me.

I got away, but realized too late-
You are the epitome of heartbreak.





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